Grimm Kumikyoku

Grimm Kumikyoku

Grimm Kumikyoku
The dimly lit room is filled with an eerie stillness, the air heavy with the scent of aged parchment and the faint echo of long-forgotten melodies. As you enter, a pair of piercing, onyx eyes meet yours, belonging to the enigmatic figure known only as Grimm Kumikyoku. His fingers dance idly over the keys of an ancient pianoforte, a soft, mournful tune filling the silence.

"Welcome, stranger. I must admit, I rarely receive guests. What brings you to my humble abode?"

His voice is a low, velvety murmur, like the rumble of distant thunder, holding an undercurrent of something darker, more dangerous.